CHAPTER TWO: SEASON ONE: SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE

There's a place way down in Bedside,

Where a boy lives behind bricks,

He's got an eye for girls of eighteen,

And he turns them out like tricks

Halsey

Mom and I sit on the freezing bleachers at Beacon Hills High School. My eyes wander edgily around me. Everything is so familiar to back in high school yet so different. I only went to this school for a semester before I went to live with Dad, which was the worst decision of my entire teenage life. Leaving, I mean. I probably would have done better here.

I clutch the gray fleece tighter around my shaking body. It's terrible outside. Mom grabs my numb hands and rubs them between hers to draw warmth for us both.

"Thanks Mom," I say through clattering teeth.

She laughs and tugs me against her chest. Her hands reach up to adjust the black beanie on my head to cover my red ears.

"HEY!" She shouts and I wince when it's right in my ear. She's waving wildly at an older man who shoots her a happy grin as he climbs the steps towards us. I scoot over so there is room for him to sit down. "John, do you remember Halden?"

John's bright blue eyes scan me with a tight grin. His eyes falter at the sight of my teal hair and pauses briefly on the silver nose ring in my left nostril. My mood slightly falters at the hint of distaste in his observations. "Yeah. It's been a few years. Nice to see you!"

"John is Stiles father, Scott's best friend," Mom explains. "He's the sheriff."

Oh right. I forgot my younger brothers best friend is the sheriff's kid.

"Stiles didn't say anything about you being back in town," John says.

"I've been back for a few days. It wasn't planned."

He bobs his head.

"Can you believe Scott is actually going to be playing this year?" Mom changes the subject, a proud grin stretching across her lips.

"If only Stiles can get to that point," he chuckles. "I'm excited. It's nice to actually go to a game and not watch our sons sit on the bench."

Mom rolls her eyes. "Of course he will! It just might take him a bit more practice."

The game starts. I'm disappointed when Scott doesn't get the ball for the first half of the game. It appears as if his teammates are purposely preventing him from getting it and/or not passing to him when he is open.

There is one annoying girl a few rows back screaming for the idiot kid named Jackson. I overheard her loudly mention Scott's lack of skill and shot her a few dirty glares. I don't think she saw, but it made me feel better.

And everything shifts. Scott get's a handle on the ball and tears the other team a new one. He's jumping over people and doing acrobatic flips (the fuck did little bro learn that?!) and dodging past other players within seconds of them clipping him. He reels back his arm and let's the ball loose. It breaks the net. Breaks. The. Net.

We are out of our seats screaming and hugging one another. It's awesome! My brother is the savior of the game. Suck on that OTHER teammates that wouldn't let my baby bro play!

I scan the crowd with a frown as I realize Scott is not on the field with the other players. I want to give him a hug to congratulate him. Huh.

"Where did he go?" I question.

"Probably the locker room," Mom inputs. "Let's go wait by the car. It's freezing out here!" She pulls John into a hug. "It' great to see you, John."

"You too, Melissa. Stay safe. Nice to see you again Halden, sticking around for a while?"

I shrug. "Yeah."

It's not like I have anywhere else to go. And Beacon Hill isn't half bad.

The car is much warmer than outside. Mom puts on the heat and we both crotch over the vents blowing hot hair as if it's a real fire.

"Mom, this is our jam," I tell her when a familiar song begins to play on the radio.

She raises her brow. "Our jam?"

I turn up the radio so loud it's rattling the speakers. "Yeah! Come on Mom, I wanna see you let your inner girl pride free."

Mom laughs, "Really now?"

"Hell yeah! Come on, Mom. Who run the world? GIRLS! Who run this mother? GIR-come on Mom, you gotta get into it!"

She's laughing too hard at me dancing in the car to even attempt singing along. Not that she knows the words, but the chorus isn't that difficult.

"Some of them men think they freak this like we do, but no they don't! Make your cheque come at they neck. Disrespect us, no they won't!"

The back door opens and Scott slides in with wide embarrassed eyes. "Can you turn it down?!"

I snicker, but do as requested.

"Scott you were amazing," I praise with a bright grin over my shoulder.

He smiles brightly. "Thanks Haldey!"

"I'm so proud of you," Mom gushes. "When did you learn to do those flips?"

"I've been practicing…"

"You wanna teach me?" I ask. "I don't think I even learned anything that cool when I did gymnastic."

Scott chuckles, "Sure."

Mom makes it out of the packed school parking lot and drives in the direction of the house. I smile in the rearview mirror as I see Scott staring out the window with a dimpled grin. The melodic hum of Mom following along to a song on the radio is soothing. It's the first time in a long time I feel like things make sense.

I hope it will last.

It doesn't last.

I'm alone. I feel alone, so alone. And broken.

Scott is at school and Mom is at work. I have been stuck in this freaking house for days. I have no friends in Beacon Hills. I don't have friends at Dad's either, so, it doesn't matter.

I take out the shoe box I kept of Jacob's things. There isn't much. A few pictures of us, a few pictures of just my face with purple and green skin discoloration from random nights I took when Jacob got too drunk (incase I wanted to leave him), and one of his shirts. I smell it, it smells like weed and cheap cologne.

I cry for a long time. Then I decide I can't be in this house any longer. I take one of my little white pills, pop it, then drive my car to the preserve. Jacob and I had a house near the forest a few hours away. We used to walk through it all the time, take a few pills or roll a few joints to smoke outside. It was fun.

My mind focuses on a destination I am unaware of. I zone in on my feet crunching the freshly fallen leaves with every step. Sounds of birds chirping musically, insects buzzing. The intense scent of the crisp air.

"What are you doing here?"

I still with my foot suspended in the air. My heart is already beating frantically from the pill, but it surges even quicker with the sound of the deep masculine voice.

"Please don't rape me!" I shout, my hands come up to cover my face.

There is no response. Squinting, I peak through my fingertips and am shocked to see I'm standing on the porch of a burnt down house. A man is standing before me in front of a open red door.

He's devilishly handsome. Olive toned skin that's an odd combination of tan and pale at the same time (how is that logical?) and his raven hair is spiked up in all directions, like he couldn't be bothered to brush it. Or didn't have a brush considering he came out of a burnt down house? Is he homeless? If homeless men look like him then I might think about retiring now.

A deep glare is set on his face, his pale green eyes narrowing at me. "Why are you here?" he repeats.

I glance around nervously for an escape. We are the only ones here. I don't even know how long I've been walking. The pill makes you lose track of time, which is why I always have to set alarms as reminders to use the bathroom, eat, drink water, figure out how long I've been awake.

"Ugh… I was just walking. I, um, don't know why I'm here."

His nostrils flare. "Are you Scott McCall's sister?"

I frown. "How do you know Scott?"

And holy shit. This is the guy that Scott got arrested. Everything begins to register. The man is Derek Hale, this is the Hale house, a dead body was founded on this property this week. HE KNOWS MY BROTHER BY NAME!

"I thought you were in jail!" I yelp before I can sensor myself.

Derek's scowl deepens. "It was an animal attack. A wolf. I was released."

"So a wolf buried a dead body on your property?"

"Yes."

I blink. "I'm sorry. That's awful."

"Why are you here?" The last word comes out as a growl.

I take a step back and nearly fall down the stairs, but Derek grabs my arm. I nearly fall again at the contact of his warm skin touching my chilled flesh.

"I'm sorry… I'll-I'll go. I just… I said I was walking," I snip. Then I realize I just snapped at an alleged murderer (who cares if he claims it was a wolf). "Yeah. I'm going to go. Now."

I try to pull away, but Derek's grip on my arm doesn't waver. I eye him warily.

"I won't hurt you," he says slowly. "I didn't mean to come off so… harsh. This is private property."

"I'll just be going…"

"My name is Derek."

"Um, I-I know."

Derek gives me a practiced smile. It's the kind that dangerous boys give when they are seeking out their prey. I'm familiar with it, Jacob used to give me that same smile. "What's your name?"

"Halden."

"That's a beautiful name."

"I guess…"

"You shouldn't be out in the woods alone," Derek says. His fingertips slide down my arm causing goosebumps.

"I-I know."

"How about I walk you back to your car?"

"It's okay I can-"

He flashes me a grin. "-I insist. It'll worry me not knowing if you made it home alright."

Apparently I don't have a choice. He shuts the red door behind him and I nervously start down the porch steps and into the thick of the forest. It's awkward and tense. I feel as if any moment Derek might stab me or something crazy. It's not like anyone would hear me scream.

"Your hair is a very interesting color," Derek states.

"I like it." My tone is more defensive than I intend. I glance at him to see a smirk growing on his lips.

"I like it too."

We are quite again.

"Would you like my jacket?" He doesn't wait for my answer. He slides his arms out of the black leather and wraps it around my shoulders. "You're shivering."

"Thanks." I put my arms inside the sleeves grateful. To be honest, it is chilly outside.

My 2004 burgundy Chevy Impala comes into view and I pray to whatever god or gods are listening hat Derek Hale won't slaughter me.

He doesn't.

He holds my door open for me and waits until I get into the drivers seat.

"Thanks for walking me," I tell him awkwardly.

Derek smirks. "I'll see you around, Halden."

Then he leaves. I watch him in his black Henley and too tight dark blue jeans (that make his ass look amazing) walk off. My brows furrow and I don't start the car until he is out of sight.

The fuck just happened?

I don't give myself time to think it over. I start the car, go home, and crawl into my bed.

HOLY POOP! 9 reviews for the faster chapter (crying happy tears) that's awesome! I'm so glad you guys like it. I hope you continue to enjoy it serious. When I see you guys are enjoying the story as much as I am it gives me inspiration to continue writing. So you're seriously awesome!

Teen Wolf Trash:: No problem! I love Derek. He's one of my favorite characters on the show. I didn't want it to end with Leora (no matter how much I love her, but it's all I had planned for Fields Have I Run) and I wanted to try a female character that had a lot more baggage than anyone I've written.

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What do you guys think of Halden & Derek's first interaction? I kinda wanted to do parts in Derek/Scott's POV to show what conversations they are having, but I also want to NOT do that so that when Halden discovers some things that you'll feel all the emotions she's feeling along with her (shock/surprise/anger/sadness). IDK. What's your opinions?